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8/3/2025, 5:15:48 PM
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Following the furball’s gaze, you manage to spot not one, not two, but at least EIGHT Teksouls scuttling along the walls like spiders–their spectral eyes glittering in the darkness like fireflies on a Summer night.
In true Anton fashion, you’re far too distracted to notice when the ramp ends, and Volka’s not quick enough this time around! Flopping to the polished floor like a fish, you quietly thank whatever deity is looking out for you when you realize no one noticed!
“HAHAHA! AnTWERP! You FELL! Clumsy BEAST!”
Well, almost no one… Picking yourself up off the ground, you and the others continue towards the aforementioned ‘TELEFONT’. Hey Volk, you remark as you exit the station and are immediately exposed to…
… surprisingly warm and pleasant weather!
Err, about Morook meeting up with us-
“H-huh? Wha?”
The Skog appears to be too busy gawking at the surroundings to hear your question… or notice all the scornful eyes glued to her large form. Mostly Durhers, you notice, and they don’t look like they wanna take the Skog out for a dinner and a show.
Morook, you repeat, he said he was gonna meet up with us, right? Any clue how he plans on doing that?
“Oh! Well, you know Mor!” She laughs, her thick tail slapping the smooth pavement-like path beneath, “He’ll probably just pop outta’ nowhere and say ‘lovely breeze today’ or something!”
You’re about to respond when you feel a sharp tug on your hand and find Tzah-Tzie with a grave look on her face! You get your answer long before you can ask it–kicking the almost Christmassy aroma out of the air is the unmistakable scent… of spice.
It’s not just near you–it’s all around. A few pairs of eyes avert their gaze from yours as you turn to meet them, while others continue their idle conversations. Even with your disguises on you still can’t afford to slack off here…
You’re on THEIR turf now.
A pair of Teksouls amble through the crowd ahead of you–their flickering eyes dwarfing even Volka as they pass! A few crowdgoers watch in awe as they pass, but others seem to give the constructs a wide berth.
Does this ‘Telefont’ thing belong to the station too? Those things seem to have quite a long leash…
”LoITERing iS NOt PERmitTED.” Drones a booming, droning voice behind you! Whipping around to face its owner, you only have to crane your neck back for a little bit before the construct stoops low to meet your eyes!
”PlEAsE MOvE ALoNG. PUblIC SAFetY IS EVeRYBOdy’S RESpONSIBIlITY.”
R-right, you stammer as you force out a quick nod, you’re going! Gripping TT’s claw extra tight, you lead your merry entourage away from the Teksoul and towards what sounds like a giant ASMR Video!
>CONTD.
Following the furball’s gaze, you manage to spot not one, not two, but at least EIGHT Teksouls scuttling along the walls like spiders–their spectral eyes glittering in the darkness like fireflies on a Summer night.
In true Anton fashion, you’re far too distracted to notice when the ramp ends, and Volka’s not quick enough this time around! Flopping to the polished floor like a fish, you quietly thank whatever deity is looking out for you when you realize no one noticed!
“HAHAHA! AnTWERP! You FELL! Clumsy BEAST!”
Well, almost no one… Picking yourself up off the ground, you and the others continue towards the aforementioned ‘TELEFONT’. Hey Volk, you remark as you exit the station and are immediately exposed to…
… surprisingly warm and pleasant weather!
Err, about Morook meeting up with us-
“H-huh? Wha?”
The Skog appears to be too busy gawking at the surroundings to hear your question… or notice all the scornful eyes glued to her large form. Mostly Durhers, you notice, and they don’t look like they wanna take the Skog out for a dinner and a show.
Morook, you repeat, he said he was gonna meet up with us, right? Any clue how he plans on doing that?
“Oh! Well, you know Mor!” She laughs, her thick tail slapping the smooth pavement-like path beneath, “He’ll probably just pop outta’ nowhere and say ‘lovely breeze today’ or something!”
You’re about to respond when you feel a sharp tug on your hand and find Tzah-Tzie with a grave look on her face! You get your answer long before you can ask it–kicking the almost Christmassy aroma out of the air is the unmistakable scent… of spice.
It’s not just near you–it’s all around. A few pairs of eyes avert their gaze from yours as you turn to meet them, while others continue their idle conversations. Even with your disguises on you still can’t afford to slack off here…
You’re on THEIR turf now.
A pair of Teksouls amble through the crowd ahead of you–their flickering eyes dwarfing even Volka as they pass! A few crowdgoers watch in awe as they pass, but others seem to give the constructs a wide berth.
Does this ‘Telefont’ thing belong to the station too? Those things seem to have quite a long leash…
”LoITERing iS NOt PERmitTED.” Drones a booming, droning voice behind you! Whipping around to face its owner, you only have to crane your neck back for a little bit before the construct stoops low to meet your eyes!
”PlEAsE MOvE ALoNG. PUblIC SAFetY IS EVeRYBOdy’S RESpONSIBIlITY.”
R-right, you stammer as you force out a quick nod, you’re going! Gripping TT’s claw extra tight, you lead your merry entourage away from the Teksoul and towards what sounds like a giant ASMR Video!
>CONTD.
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